The Red Dust Supreme sensed Gu An's gaze, which filled his heart with anticipation.
Day after day of toil, with most of the time each day spent in meditation and enlightenment—in such a life, they could not sense any malice from Gu An. In their eyes, Gu An was mysterious.
Whenever Gu An looked at him, he would wonder, was Gu An about to speak with him?
In his heart, he still longed for these days to end; he would even wonder if Gu An was putting them to the test.
Someone more powerful than he, yet not killing him—such a broad vision was far beyond his imagination.
It was not just him; the other servants of illustrious backgrounds harbored similar hopes.
Yet, Gu An merely swept his gaze over them, then continued on his way.
Watching Gu An's figure fade into the distance, everyone felt a sense of loss in their hearts.
